I can’t take it out from my head, it keep coming back hunting me from the time i start to open my eyes to the end of my breath. Every blood cell that flow in my veins contains the pureness of memories and the bitterness of missing. To be honest to myself i miss her so much even she is not mine, keep thinking of her and keep talking about her. My heart still can’t let her go even she is not mine. Even she is not mine.
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